You can't see me yet
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Seeing takes a long, long time
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From the outside in
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Measuring each shift and sigh
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But as you let your eyes adjust
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To the darkness deep within
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Sifting through the ash and dust
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We are the places that we've been
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You can't hear me yet
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Listening takes a long, long time
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And I've so much to tell
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But words die on these lips of mine
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But in the stillness you may sense
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Every thing I long to say
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Unraveling like golden threads
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The walls will all come down this way
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You don't know me yet
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Knowing takes a long, long time
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And time is all we have
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Never traveling in straight lines
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So memorize each turn and twist
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Just be careful as you go
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For if love is a labyrinth
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Then my heart is Jericho
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Jericho
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Mary Chapin Carpenter |